My dear lawyer

Chapter78 You make me sick

On the other side, Selina was caught up by Grace before she had gone far. He pushed her into the car

and then got in the driver's cab.

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car drove far away.

Selina was thrown into the car and felt dizzy, but immediately sat up again, sneering at the man beside

him.

"Grace, what are you doing? I haven't seen you for several years. Now you had changed your career to

kidnapping and extortion."

"Kidnapping and extortion are too vulgar. I prefer to be a killer– or rapist." Grace intentionally

lengthened the ending, so that Selina could hear it clearly.

"What the fuck. You, son of bitch. Don't you be ashamed? You've lost all your family's reputation. Do

you know?" Selina almost blew up.

Eight years gone, his never improved his ability but his shameless.

With a smile on his lips, Grace said calmly, "I don't know, but if I can't even catch up with my own

women, it's really shameless to meet the ancestors of my family."

"Grace, who is your woman? Say it clear to me." Selina's face was red, and a pair of bright Phoenix

eyes were eager to swallow the man beside him alive.

"Honey, I would like you to stare at me so energetically in bed." Grace cast a profound glance at the

woman in rage.

"I think you're a prick. You talk such a load of piffle." Selina was almost pissed off. No matter Grace was

still driving, she waved his fist.

He didn't get hit by Grace and dodged it quickly, but the car swayed for a moment, and his calm

expression remained the same, "Honey, you are still in the same temper."

It was too hot for him to hold on to.

When the car swayed, Selina was almost thrown out of her seat. She dared not joke about her life any

more, and pulled the handrail nervously.

But she didn't want to show her weakness. "Grace, you son of bitch. I didn't dig your ancestral grave.

Why do you want to harm me like this?”

Grace saw Selina's face was slightly white, and he was a little distressed. The speed slowly decreased.

"Fine, you didn't dig my ancestral tomb, but I dig your ancestral tomb, ok?"

"Grace, I – need — to – get -- off." She couldn't stay with the man around her for any other second.

Sooner or later, she would be pissed off by him.

"Don't worry, we'll be home soon." Grace appeased patiently.

Selina said in a triumphant tone, "go away, you'd better send me back. Otherwise, don't blame me for

being rude. Do you want to have a taste of the old man's crutches?"

Grace liked to see her full of vitality, especially when she was satisfied and slightly raised her eyes. She

didn't know how attractive her expression is.

I really miss that time, my Honey.

Selina was stupefied for a while, and sneered coldly, embraced in the chest with both hands, turned the

head to the other side to ignore the man beside him.

Only she knew how tight her hands were under her armpit, so tight that they were wet and unwilling to

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It had been eight years.

How many eight years could a woman go through? It had been 18 years since she met him at the age

of ten.

She was not that ignorant tomboy, or that little attendant who would only follow him.

And she was not the girl waiting for him to come back.

As soon as he disappeared without a word, the girl had died.

She was Selina now, the unique Selina, no one can control her.

She didn't know how long it took; the car stopped steadily at the door of a villa.

Grace firstly got out of the car, just walked to the door and stopped. He forgot that the stubborn little

woman was no longer the little girl who stuck to him.

Alas, it was all his fault.

Grace turned to open the door for her and said, "Since you are here, why don't you come in and sit

down?"

"No interest." Selina's feet were folded and his neck was like a swan's neck.

"Come down first. Don't you want to know how I know William? I'll tell you when you come down."

Grace threw a bait.

Selina had a disdainful cold hum again. Actually, if it was not for the sake of the single cell creature

Vivian, she absolutely didn't want to stay with Grace for another minute.

"Why not? If you don't go, I'll go."

"Let's go." Grace, with a wry smile on his lips, raised his feet and walked ahead.

Now no matter who was in her heart was more important than him, although she knew that she was

willing to grudge for Vivian.

But he still felt upset.

But she would like to get out of the car.

As Selina walked, she was also looking at the location of the villa. Unexpectedly, after several years,

Grace became so rich that he could buy a three-story small villa close to the downtown.

As expected, his family had a large fortune. Grace was a black sheep.

She would never admit that she had a trace of envy.

"Here we are. Get in." Grace opened the door, moved her body and let her go first.

Selina glanced at him and muttered, "What the hell is going on?"

Grace smiled and didn't answer.

Selina glanced at him, and walked in. Two dogs, one big and one small, were around her feet, whining

and screaming happily.

But she had no feeling for a long time, and the whole person was as motionless as a stone sculpture.

Two voices echoed in my ears.

"Grace, Grace, if I have money to buy a big house later, we will live together." The girl's excited voice.

"Well, what kind of decoration do you want?" The man doted on her.

"I - I think about it. I know. I want two dogs, a gentle golden hair and a short-leg corgi. By the way, I

want a big French window." The girl's voice was full of longing.

"Well, there's more." The man was very patient and continued to ask.

"Besides, I want a super soft sofa. It's better to put a hanging basket. The wall should be white. It's also

a big hanging piece of elk. It's just simple. The most important thing is to have Grace and me. Do you

agree?"

"Well, I agree."

Oh, what a warm and pure picture it was.

It was a pity that every day after he left, she had nightmares in countless late nights, and it was very

difficult for her to get out.

"Honey, don't cry. I'm sorry." The man's voice was still so steady and sweet.

But she was not in the mood to listen, Selina expressionlessly pushed away the man who was holding

her. She looked into his eyes without any expression.

She said coldly, "Grace, I told you that I was no more the 18-year-old Selina. Please don't play such a

naive trick at such an old age."

She did not flinch to approach some, and said with a crueler voice, "You make me sick."